i looked pretty cute last sunday. i got this new blouse(five bucks on the clearance rack. hey, i am not seriously so blessed, i am not ashamed)that matched one of my skirts perfectly and i got a ton of compliments. best five bucks i have ever spent.
my ward holds gospel doctrine class in the cultural hall. i am often in and out for various reasons, so i normally stand in the back against the stage.
sitting in a folding chair was one of the older men in our ward. the lesson had already started, but he motioned for me to lean over. as he shook my hand he whispered in my ear, "why havent we found a good man for you?"
i need to make an aside here: this man once gave a 20 minute speech in a bishopric meeting(so glad i was there for it)about how we need to "get a good and attentive man on every single sister in the church." it was hilarious. he is 70 years old and before he joined the church(he spent 10 years attending, paying tithing and fast offerings, and studying before he actually consented to baptized) he was a baptist preacher. now he preaches the true gospel, but still has that baptist flair.
i made some joke about giving up and he responded with "there has got to be a good man out there. pray for a miracle."
i love this guy and even though he thinks that it will take a miracle to "get an attentive man" on me, i found this funny. coming from just about anyone else, i would have shredded them on the spot with some sharp words.
i think he appreciated how cute i looked(like a grandpa would)and was wondering out loud how someone as cute and nice as me could possibly be without a man.
i wonder myself sometimes.